Has anyone out there read DH Lawrence's "The Fox"? Can someone tell me why this interminable and violently boring piece of pseudo-psychology is supposed to be a great work of fiction?
I am currently writing a paper in which I must apply four different types of literary criticism to a work. I chose "The Fox" as it lends itself well to feminist and lesbian/gay criticism as well as to psychoanalytic theory. After forty pages of this overwrought hand wringing it's difficult to give a good goddamn whether women should in fact be like seaweed ("utterly sensitive and receptive within the shadowy sea, and never, never rising and looking forth above water"), or whether capturing a wife is anything like hunting (which apparently does not involve shooting an animal, but rather involves "a supreme wish, a supreme act of volition").
Act of volition my ass. Sounds to me like a nearly unending quantity of repetitive and meaningless drivel.
Thanks. I feel a little better now.